Man In The Mirror

We’re all people who’ve lied, who’ve had their times of cries and eyed the ones
who they want to blame, who would never say anything to cause a situation to
flame up back to them
I’m staring at the man in the mirror, wondering if he’ll listen,
contemplating his mission, glaring back I see distance, we got friction
Remember the days in college, when I had this crush on this girl Courtney,
everybody could see it but you don’t want them to see, or hear thoughts of
what you’re thinking if you want to mak a move, too caught up, everyon elses
eyes glued to your moves, that caution takes a place in your life,
but it’s actually feeling weighed down, stiffing me up in the feeling,
that the only way you’ll here my sides of a story, is if it’s written
poetically, you’d rather hear a put together story than get involved in the
unscripted talking
I’m staring at the man in the mirror
I’m wondering if he’ll listen
I’m contemplating his mission, glaring back I see distance cause we got
friction, and he’s me but not perking me up when I see his face, I see rage,
I see pain I see everything I’d rather be blinded from seeing
Cause I see it, immediately it feels real, leaving it behind is something that
erases the history of me
Explaining the names I hold dear to me like I gotta justify the reasons that I
keep the lanes of conversation open though portray myself as lonely,
it’s moment in the world that this road lead me to, and this is a street I get
to walk down in peace keeping what needs to be kept underwraps exactly there,
least with it I can use it to vent how I’m feeling
The passing of Tobi backed me into a corner, whether you’re loaded won’t affect
the real stacks are the ones you gotta, get outta, burst yourself through
flames yet keep, cold as you need, to, you will get through this evil spirit
keeping you down under, get it gone with the bang, loud thunder
The guardian angels I always know that are there, whether we said our goodbyes
in the mortal form won’t affect, that back and forth we always cherish each
other
The anxiety and nerves got on my nerves, the other ninety nine point nine
percent finally learned, I grow from the pain, if you make it rain on me again,
I’ve perfected the balance of both being hot and cold
I’m staring at the man in the mirror
I’m wondering if he’ll listen
I’m contemplating his mission, glaring back I see distance cause we got
friction, and he’s me but not perking me up when I see his face, I see rage,
I see pain I see everything I’d rather be blinded from seeing
Cause I see it, immediately it feels real, leaving it behind is something that
erases the history of me